when your best friend dies on you, and your not used to
being alone, you write a poem which not even for a milimeter
shows the pain that's left behind.
And you keep missing him evey single day- when you come
home, when you go to sleep, and when you wake

I was born and razed and died.
Seemed to laugh yet often cried.
Felt some pain, some drops of rain,
A sunny day, which went away

I'll keep on crying at the spring showers,
I'll keep on praying to the bloom of flowers,
I'll keep standing here all alone.
'Cause now you're gone.
I'm all alone.

The great beyond was just a story.
The need of fame, the gain of glory
A little song I carried in my heart,
The voice of angles which Brock me apart.

I'll keep on crying at the spring showers,
I'll keep on praying to the bloom of flowers,
I'll keep standing here all alone.
'Cause now you're gone.
I'm all alone.

I've lived my life, I said goodbye
Now all that's left is lay and die
I closed a book, I turned a stone
Who ever thought that I'll be gone?
I chose to sing my final song.
And now I'm gone...